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Dear people who have anything to do with designing websites.  Do you push surveys at people?  I know that every website should try to ascertain what their users want in order to optimise their future experience, and that surveys are seen as an essential tool in the process.   Can I provide you with the following user feedback?    I am getting really, really irritated by the following experience:

I have a question about a particular technique or technology and so I google it, I click on a likely looking link and  start to read.  About half way through the second sentence a large box drops down over the text I am trying to read imploring me to help improve the user experience by participating in a survey.  I have an idea, I'm a user, my preferred experience would be the experience of reading your site instead of a stupid survey link?  

If I decide, as I did this morning, to follow the survey link I am asked questions like: "which of the following statements is most true of your visit to <Blah> today?  I found what I was looking for or I did not find what I was looking for."  I just got here, I have no idea if the shiny, wonderful cure for all my current problems is on your website or you just have alchemy instructions for turning my code into a blue elephant with a disturbing afro.  Next questions are about how satisfied I am with the site.. Seriously?  This is my first page, hell it's the second line on my first page, how would I know?  

If, as a person who has implemented this sort of survey in the past, you are pointing out that I can just cancel the survey and carry on, well yes, I have done and  I do.  It's irritating though.  All that stuff you probably learned about providing information to your users in as few clicks as possible?  Clicking to x a survey is a click.    I actually don't mind taking surveys, but I don't want them shoved in my face.  And if you think oh but you followed the link like they wanted you to today, I may have followed the link but I certainly didn't submit the survey, partly because I don't want to reward the annoying behaviour and partly because I couldn't answer anyway -  I still don't know what I think of the site because I decided to try somewhere that didn't ambush me with survey links.  
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The "ideal" (note - not entirely ideal) scenario is that you're presented with a pop-up/drop-down/crawl up your knees box that says "We value your opinion.  When you're done here, would you like to take part in our survey".  You can then click either yes or no - both options let you continue whatever it is you were doing.  If you clicked yes, then when you go to exit the site (not the page, the whole site) it springs up again and says "Still willing to take the survey?  Here I am!"  That way you at least some chance of being able to answer "did you find what you were looking for?"
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Ages back I posted here " ...2011 saw the successful completion of the 33rd flight of the space shuttle Atlantis on July 20, and that this marked the end of the US space shuttle program. My 9 year old self is still gutted. My hope for 2012 is that it might bring the start of something equally inspiring for the current generation of kids. "  

I was just remembering a feeling of being really disappointed that space  was going to get effectively shut down to the general public.   What made me remember it was watching Commander Chris Hadfield's video from the International Space Station, where he was wringing out a soaking wet washcloth.    He tweets every day, with stunning photos of Earth seen from the ISS, or with videos of life on the space station, in zero gravity, often in reply to question posed by school children.  (https://twitter.com/Cmdr_Hadfield)

I personally think he and the team are doing fantastic work, and that the whole project is wonderful.   I am so very grateful that there is someone making space accessible again, and better yet, showing us how to look at our own planet with fresh perspective.  

(apologies to the already converted :) ) 
The latest from Chris Hadfield (@Cmdr_Hadfield). Canadian Astronaut, currently living in space aboard ISS as Commander of Expedition 35. Orbiting Earth on ISS
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these are just so incredibly cute..
We treated the hedgehog on the right with Hedgie-Gro™ brand Hedgehog Chow; the hedgehog on the left, another leading brand. And just look at the difference! Mama hedgehog and baby hedgehog (who looks like it is riding a roller coaster and yelling “whee!”), found by Heather! Filed under: Uncategorized Tagged: Hedgehogs
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This is fantastic and needs to be shared.
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oh and still very dyslitic, dysletetic, csnt bloody spell!!
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The Cake and Crumb is a small bakery in Monaghan selling coeliac friendly, properly tasty baked goods.  We visited last week.  The ladies there were lovely and very helpful and C2 is extremely happy with his (rapidly dissappearing) hoard of lovely things.   He baked his brownie mix at the weekend, a definite success.    They just seem to just have a facebook page at the minute:  https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-cake-and-crumb/116795791685094 . 
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Let’s try this again.  Why I started my earlier somewhat epic length post about Irish Dancing was today’s Google Doodle.  (Note to Google...see how much you influence my life, why you take my favourite Reader?)  Anyway, I was noticing that the rather cute lineup of girls and one boy were resplendent in their Irish dancing costumes, their big white smiles and arms fastened tightly at their sides, sure to please any judge at any Féis anywhere.  I’m not an Irish dancer, it wasn’t a big thing in Dublin where I grew up, or at least it was out of my immediate experience.  I have a vague memory of idly wanting to try it, but I have a stronger memory of wanting to try ballet after a school trip out to Dun Laoghaire or Blackrock or someplace.  (My mother told me I was too tall)   

When we moved to Offaly it was most decidedly a Big Thing. At that stage I was comfortable with my non dancer status, but a few of my friends were into it and as they entered their teens they tended to be more definite about their commitment to it all.   I used to meet them at practices sometimes, learned a little of the basics just hanging about at the end of practice sessions, that sort of thing.  My little sister, who is 13 years younger than me, and a couple of my younger cousins then started lessons, and I skirted around the edges of that strange and competitive world.  

First off, Irish dancing will always be associated with old paper - songsheets and old programmes and discarded tabloids for example - stuffed into odd corners in half finished pine partitions or stage blocks, dust, mouldering heaps of wires, community building toilets with stale urinal blocks, all brightly cut through by the smell of cheap washing up liquid, stewing tea and burcos boiling in adjoining kitchens.  There were red plastic chairs that threatened to raise welts on the behind, and waiting through endless categories of young children bravely running through their routines.  Rifling through the rainbow of raffle tickets on your knee for the five millionth time, getting bored with the conversation of the women (usually) manning the desk pulled to the door way with the open USA tin full of money and raffle ticket books, because you didn’t know who they were talking about.    To escape the inevitable bum blisters you wandered back stage to catch a few words with your friends, who are desperately trying to get their hair to ringlets in the days before wigs were the norm.  Those madly patterned knee socks, like the ones I had to stain with cold tea for Bridgens when I was a younger young lady in Dublin.  Dresses that seemed to have christmas ornaments exploded in a fireworks factory poured all over them.  Sometimes there was a rather lovely velvet that I absentmindedly twitched the nap of while trying to be polite over some of the more garish (usually vivid pink) dresses in the room.  Don’t get me wrong, I wholeheartedly believe a person should be able to wear whatever the hell they like, people should be happy with their dresses.  I’m just not a fan of some of the way over the top stuff personally. 

It appeared to my teenage self that sometimes the judges went for the tightest ringlets, the neatest socks and the most outlandish dresses because they somehow indicated more fervour in one of actually equally talented dancers.  That trick of putting vaseline on the teeth I hear is favourite with beauty pageants? I first heard of it at Scór.   My problem became that sometimes it seems like the paraphernalia is judged as MORE important than the talent of the dancers.  

I’m not especially fond of some of the Irish dances, especially the light ones that in my brain don’t match up to the music.  I get that that’s my own opinion, obviously.  My sister left the competition side and veered into Comhaltas, where she kept up the dancing, but really started concentrating on the music.  (She’s extremely talented, and not  just because I’m her sister and say so.)  I used to like watching her dance with a couple of her friends, practicing, when they were enjoying it and it didn’t have that competition rigidness that takes some of the spark out of dancing for me.  I love heavy dancing steps, they feel and sound like live drumming.  I don’t think I need to say too much about Riverdance, I think it was so electric because it emphasised rhythm and the interactions between dancers, they moved, they had real bodies, they flirted.   For me that’s sort of the point.   The “so rigid my shoulders are up around my ears” pose of some of the little ones dancing feels all wrong to me.  

Irish dancing, as something I as an Irish person identify with and like, is ceile dancing, where the craic is in “we’re all in this together” and the group endeavours to get everyone through the piece with plenty of laughing, joking and, with luck, some flirting.  I accept that there will always be someone who HAS to come out with “NO, you CLOWN, you were supposed to flick your foot left on the 10th iteration and tighten up that left turn, ttscchhh!”    I’m not especially competitive, I like my dancing fun, lighthearted and forgiving, with lots of interaction.  I get that some people need to be technically brilliant, to preserve the actual skills etc. I admire people who do it, and who achieve excellence in it, but I think the modern idea of dancing suffers from a perception that everyone has to be equally excellent to participate.  I have grown up thinking I am a terrible dancer because I am not small and lithe and graceful, because I tend to be a little on the clumsy and heavy footed side and am horribly self conscious.  I am not a good dancer.  But dancing that we respond to as an ancient group of people is not about that, I’m slowly getting used to the idea that I can dance in a group simply because it is fun and I want to.  I’ve been doing some SCA stuff recently, we recently learned a medieval dance called "Jenny Pluck Pears" which was fun, flirty and gave plenty of opportunity to ham it up as much as you desired.    I enjoyed it immensely.  More of this sort of thing, I think. 

Oh, and Happy St. Patrick's Day, all.  
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This tickled my funny bone :)
 
Thought audience today, ok, one horned Rhino.

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This does add weight to the 'you really don't want to get on the wrong side of a unicorn' thing...
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This is the GREATEST PRESENTATION VIDEO. EVAR. Stop. Watch. Share.
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Have you found the correct Cee?  If you're looking for the geeky one that lives in the middle of nowhere, yes probably.  If you're looking for the exotic one who does the bungee jumping in 10 foot false eyelashes, probably not so much. 
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